"...Any reason besides his excessive amount of money and ambition?"
"We have a...history." Lucas nods to himself. "Come, it shouldn't be hard to find him in this crowd."
He takes hold of my arm and gently begins to guide me through the bustling mass of overdressed nobles and overindulged appetites.
The man is easy to spot from a distance - he's dressed well enough to be the king. A well-tailored outfit in black and gold.
The black overcoat is embellished with intricate gold trim that is worked into a pattern of the kingdom's crest and other patterns and details I don't recognize.
He has black hair and pale gray eyes and the confident aura of a man who owns everyone present. The pale skin of his face is covered with faded burn scars - I wonder what caused it. Was it from battles during the war? I know he was once a knight, after all.
Given the curve of his belly, however, that's evidently long in his past.
